Chapter 115 Teaching Assistant
[Ding Dong! The malicious level has reached the minimum threshold! The stage series task "The Son of God's Battle" has been triggered——]
[Mission Name: Battle of the Sons]
[Mission Introduction: The future successor of the Holy See, the Son of Light that everyone is looking forward to. There are 700 candidates. What you need to do is not only to surpass Xia who likes to target you, but also to stand out from this large number of candidates and truly become the Son of Light who deserves everyone's expectations.]
[Mission Objective: Become the Son of Light]
[Task Reward: Phased Settlement Progress Reward]
Lu Yi, who was sitting in the middle watching the joke, raised his eyebrows, thinking that the fire had finally fallen on him.
Should he thank the bishop for helping him increase Portia's hatred?
After all, before this, West Asia only increased its hostility towards the Rand but did not give any tasks.
"I know this bishop." Wavelin whispered.
"Do you know him?" Lu Yi was stunned and turned to look at him curiously.
Wavelin nodded, his expression also somewhat puzzled.
"This bishop is the archbishop stationed in our branch. Logically, he should stay in the capital of Rezvi..."
The archbishop stationed in the branch court is not like the itinerant bishops who often travel around the countries.
The bishops resident in each country's chamber are selected after careful and rigorous screening, and once confirmed they will not be easily transferred. Even if there are special circumstances that require them to report to the Vatican in person, they will not be away from their garrison for more than seven days.
But from what the bishop said, I'm afraid he will be the one leading this makeshift class for the next ten days.
"...Is there something wrong with the Church of Rözvi?" Wavelin said.
"Maybe it's just a normal transfer? Although such a situation is rare, it is not completely impossible." Lu Yi comforted him.
"That's right, maybe I'm overthinking it."
Lu Yi poked his arm and said, "Don't think too much. The bishop has started his lecture. Listen carefully..."
Wavelin nodded and looked carefully at the doctrine in his hand.
…
The first day's course was not very in-depth. The bishop spent most of the time talking about the history of the Holy See and the evolution of the application of light magic, including but not limited to how light magic, which was originally used only for healing purposes, developed into a powerful attack, the light magic that successive popes were best at, the ten taboos of the Holy See, and so on.
The morning class combined official history with unofficial history. The archbishop was humorous and witty, and his extensive citations made the course interesting.
Lu Yi listened with great interest throughout the whole process, and felt a little reluctant to leave at the end, feeling that time had passed so quickly.
"This bishop must have learned history very well when he was in school..." Lu Yi sighed.
Even when talking about the same lengthy history, some people talk about it like chanting a sutra, making the listeners drowsy all the time, but some others can find entry points that no one has noticed in the seemingly monotonous historical records, and accurately guide the listeners to look at the same events from a completely new perspective.
Such a sharp point of view cannot be developed overnight. It must be the result of years of accumulation that is invisible to bystanders.
He, Lu Yi, still has a lot to learn.
Lu Yi sorted out the papers on which he had recorded his thoughts throughout the morning.
While he was sorting the papers, he did not forget to glance sideways at Wavelin beside him.
"Pack up and leave..."
"Ah, is the get out of class over?" Wavelin suddenly woke up, looking at Lu Yi with sleepy eyes.
Lu Yi called out to Weaverlin eight hundred times in the morning, but he fell asleep again the moment he woke him up. He had no choice but to turn a blind eye and wait until the class was over before calling him again.
Lu Yi pulled the corner of his mouth towards him, and said with a fake smile: "Just sleep, sleep as much as you can, who can sleep better than you! Not only does Saint Dover sleep, but the Holy See also sleeps. Look, you open your eyes and close them, and it's the assessment day."
God knows what kind of mood he was in when he was so excited that he wanted to find someone to express his feelings with, but then he turned around and saw Wavelin sleeping soundly.
After a morning of classes, not to mention what was gained from the lectures, the candidate on the left already had the inclination to regard Lu Yi as a close friend.
There was no way. There was a wooden stake sitting on the right, and as long as there was a normal person on the left who could communicate well, Lu Yi would not deliberately avoid talking to him.
"Lant, I'm leaving first! Can we sit together tomorrow?" The man on the left packed up and left, and before doing so, he invited Lu Yi to sit at the same table with him.
Lu Yi nodded happily: "Okay, see you tomorrow."
"Meeting you is the happiest thing that has happened to me recently. See you tomorrow, Rant!"
After watching his future deskmate leave, Lu Yi's gaze fell on Wavelin again.
Wavelin froze under his gaze, smiled sheepishly, and said flatteringly: "It's okay, isn't Rant here! I believe Rant will take notes!"
"Aren't you afraid that Bishop Jacob will have a bad impression of you?"
"It doesn't matter. I didn't really come here to become the Son of God." Wavelin said nonchalantly.
Weaverling has a very clear understanding of himself.
From the beginning when he signed up for the Holy Son Selection Competition, his goal was not to become the Holy Son.
On the one hand, he simply wanted to come to the Vatican to broaden his horizons.
After all, the opportunity to stay in the Vatican for a full month is rare. If he is lucky enough to be instructed by the Knights Templar a few times during this period, he will make a lot of money.
On the other hand, it was only because Rand signed up that Wavelin wanted to stay with him.
They are good roommates who love each other!
Looking at Lant's helpless smile, Wavelin grinned, "You know me, I really don't like such boring subjects. If there is a sword class or a magic practice class, I will definitely be the most energetic one in the whole class!"
"History is not a boring subject." Lu Yi retorted.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong. History is a profound but interesting subject..."
…
Lunch time passed uneventfully.
The afternoon classes were not held indoors; seven hundred candidates gathered in a normal-sized square.
Jacob and another bishop stood at the front, seemingly chatting about something interesting, both with happy smiles on their faces.
"Is that person in your class?" another bishop suddenly asked.
Jacob's smile faded a little, and he snorted and said, "Xia is Xia, why can't I say her name?"
The bishop laughed and said, "There's nothing to hide, but don't you think it's interesting to talk like this? It's like we're discussing some secret or taboo!"
"It's meaningless." Jacob was indifferent. "I really can't understand your weird idea."
"Then your life in the Vatican will be much less fun." The bishop said meaningfully.
Jacob frowned slightly when he heard this, and asked in confusion: “What do you mean?”
"Did you know that Xia is your Majesty's student?" The bishop used magic to transmit the words directly to Jacob's mind. "Although it has not been announced to the outside world yet, this matter is not a secret. The bishops of the Grand Church all know it."
"I know." Jacob also answered with magic, "Someone told me when I first arrived at the Archbishop's Office a few days ago, but I don't think it means anything."
"Really?" The bishop laughed. "Although I can't say whether I like Xia or not, I still have to admit that he has an outstanding talent for light."
Otherwise, Your Majesty would not have brought Xia to the Vatican so early before he was baptized.
"In terms of talent and God's favor, he is not as good as his brother Lu Yi Klein," Jacob said.
"But Lu Yi didn't come." The bishop immediately retorted.
"Jacob, do you want to make a bet with me and guess who will become the Son of God? I won't say much, just talk about whether Xia is successful or not, how about it?"
"Okay, do you want to bet that Xia will become the Son of God?" Jacob asked.
"Yes," the bishop said cheerfully, "I'll bet on him succeeding."
"Then I won't take advantage of you. I will give you my choice of Saint Son before the first assessment day."
"Okay, it's settled." The bishop pointed to the candidates who had arrived in front of him, "Then let's start the afternoon class now..."
Jacob nodded, "Or should we stick to last night's plan?"
"Yes, I think our concept is still perfect."
The Son of God needs the power to stand on his own.
Even if he has not fully grown yet, at least they should be able to clearly see his potential and his bright future.
"Please be quiet, we are about to start the afternoon class." Jacob said first.
Lu Yi, who was talking in a low voice with Wavelin in the crowd, stopped and looked up at the two bishops in front of him.
"At the beginning of the course, we need a friend with outstanding light talent to serve as an assistant teacher this afternoon. Of course, it must be made clear in advance that this assistant teacher's job will not have any explicit or implicit rewards or benefits, and it is purely voluntary.
"Well, is there anyone who would like to volunteer now?" Jacob looked around at the many candidates.
Almost at the moment his voice fell, more than two-thirds of the people on the field raised their hands.
Even Waverin raised his hand without hesitation.
On the contrary, Lu Yi remained indifferent throughout the whole process.
He and Wavelin beside him looked at each other, both of them with the same surprise on their faces.
"Why did you raise your hand?"
"Why don't you raise your hand?"
Lu Yi and Wavelin said in unison.
"No, this is a chance to be instructed by the bishops!" Wavelin said anxiously, "This is a chance to be guided by the two bishops! Rand, there are seven hundred people on the field! Even if the course lasts until the evening, the two bishops can't pay attention to each one personally!"
Wavelin raised one hand high and tried to pull Lu Yi's hand up with the other hand.
Lu Yi broke free from his hand, and said with a smile: "It's just an assistant teacher, listen carefully. The bishops have made it very clear that there will be no explicit or implicit rewards and benefits. The focus should still be on the afternoon classes."
Choosing one person from seven hundred people, Lu Yi was very sure that this was not a test.
There is no need for the bishops to break any taboos. If they say it will not do any good, then it will definitely not do any good.
Most likely he is just looking for a tool.
Putting aside the fact that there is no reward or benefit, it would be a waste of time if it delayed my class this afternoon.
Being such a lazy guy, he should just not fight for this "precious" spot, Lu Yi thought.
Wavelin was slightly stunned by what he said, and raised his hand in hesitation.
"But you don't have to worry. If we choose one out of seven hundred people, it's unlikely that you will be chosen."
As soon as Lu Yi finished speaking, the bishop spoke again: "It seems that everyone is a warm-hearted person, but enthusiasm is not enough.
"I hope you can hear me clearly. Although it may not sound good, what we need is a friend with outstanding light talent."
Jacob deliberately placed emphasis on the word "prominent".
"Now, friends who don't have outstanding light talents, please put your hands down voluntarily."
After these words were spoken, many people hesitantly withdrew their hands.
"We just need an assistant coach." Jacob said slowly.
As a result, some people's hands fell.
At this time, there were only about ten people left in the entire square with their hands stretched out.
Xia, who was standing in the front row and had her hands stretched out from beginning to end, looked back at the crowd, and couldn't help but smile at the sight of those lonely hands.
"Very good. We can see that there are thirteen volunteers on the field. Now we need to select the one with the best talent among them."
"We... want to test their light talents."
Hearing this, Xia's smile became even brighter.
When it comes to bright talent, he has never lost!
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Finished, post to my wives qwq
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